Oh Dear
The prince has returned, everyone.
Hold on, let me link you my PayPal account.
I had a nice time with Jessica getting coffee and discussing The Heart Goes Last. Now, time for sleep. Goodnight, everybody.
...OK
Good morning. Is Eddie having any more luck with online dating than Kiera?
Looks like not so much.
Here goes Tuesday, and I have coffee with Jessica after work so we can discuss The Heart Goes Last. See you guys later.
The Royal We Is Just The Royal You
Good evening. I was so proud of myself for passing a redonk hard puzzle in Trip 1907...then turned the page and the next one was even worse. Sigh.
Somehow I don't think this is the "prince meets a commoner and falls in love" scenario.
Alright, I need to work on a character outline for Bad Superheroes. See you guys in the morning.
I Don’t Understand The Purpose Of Waving
Good morning. The weekends pass by so quickly. Let’s see what’s going on with Messenger.
On second thought, let’s not.
Alright gang, off to work. See you later.
Here I Go Again
Today I went on my first date in a few months. It felt a little awkward...and then we started talking about horror. Now we’re collaborating on an idea for a movie. Apparently there really is someone for everyone.
Speaking of which, I’m going to watch Evil Genius, read Something In the Water, and then work on Trip 1907 some more. In related news, I think I just solved the mystery of why I’ve been single for a spell.
I hope that everyone has a good evening. Peace out.
Poetry
Morning, all. I had the pleasure of meeting Catherine Wong at KDVS a few weeks ago. She writes poetry and lyrics, and in her own words, "I am currently attending college cause I don't feel like I've wasted enough money through simple existence and am hoping to make writing my lifelong, broke career choice."
Anyway, here are a few of her poems.
Where All We are Headed
Where all we are headed,
Like a mob of unwedded brides.
When I find the suitor,
gonna pursue with loving eyes,
if I can pull off that disguise.
Sitting in Metaphorical Traffic, Right?
Sitting in metaphorical traffic,
Always open for interpretation
why don't you build your own bad metaphor and sing it into my song?
Couldn't be so hard,
Just think of the hellish things you can think of,
And then hold them in
Until it hops out in some other forms.
The Numbers Pass By
The numbers pass by,
in sequence like a fantasy
And I'm not fast enough, or smart enough to understand how they breed.
In the dim limelights, maybe
On counters and desks, in writer's hands and checks,
like rabbits in a huddle, turn away and return doubled
Do they make love tenderly in corners
So later they can screw me over.
I apologize for the weird spacing and formatting issues. I am obviously not a professional at this. I hope that you all like Catherine's poetry as much as I do, and I hope she allows me to post more of it in the future.
Alright, I need to make myself look decent and then head out to Yountville. See you tonight.
Apparently I Either Sleep for 12 Hours or 5 Hours
Good evening, I don’t have a lot to say. I need to get up in 5 hours to drive to Yountville for the first date I will have been on in a few months. Hilarity ensues.
I was originally going to post someone’s poetry tonight, but I’m going to save it for the morning when I’m more functional so I can do it justice. Sorry, Catherine, but you deserve better than I can do right now.
See you guys in a few short hours.
Last I Checked, I’m Neither
Good morning, or what’s left of it. I originally woke up at 6 with the intention of going back to sleep for “a few more minutes”, but I guess my body needed a semi-coma.
I don’t even know why I bothered editing the name. This profile is obviously super fake. I’m not a mighty man. Right now I feel more like a tired blob.
Tonight is girls’ night, although I invited a few male friends who are having a bad week. Yay. See y’all tonight.
It’s All Fun And Games
I finally made it to the (or one of the possible) end(s) of Night Shift. It’s suspenseful and very noir, and you can play it multiple times to get different endings. Check it out.
Erin talked me into buying a puzzle book called Trip 1907. Well, she didn’t have to do very much convincing. It’s a lot of fun, except we’re both stuck on Chapter 4. Sigh.
I’m going to rack my brain some more, then read Something In the Water. I hope that guys all have a lovely evening.
Now I Have That Mystikal Song Stuck In My Head
Good morning. Another day, and another POF creeper for Kiera.
I’m cringing vicariously.
Time to close out the work week. See you later.
Bad Superheroes
Good evening! There is now a teaser for the renamed Bad Superheroes. Check it out.
It's fun. This is also what happens when someone tells me "send me a video of whatever you're doing right now", and I've been sick in bed for five days.
Alright gang, I'm gonna play some Night Shift and sleep. Have a lovely evening.
What If I Don’t Think Anyone In The Picture Is Cute?
Good morning. I miss feeling like my usual self. Until then, I can live vicariously through my friends.
I really don’t miss this.
Alright, today should be fun since I still don’t have my voice back. See you guys later.
Reminds Me Of Dirty John
Evening. I think. The days have been blurring together.
Hooray for Instagram bots.
I have a busy evening of Netflix and reading ahead of me, so I’m gonna get on that. See you guys later.
Dude
Good morning. I really miss things like talking and eating. Hopefully these antibiotics kick in soon.
All I can think of after reading this is The Big Lebowski.
I am once again going to try to sleep this off. See you guys later.
If I Say No, Will You Leave Me Alone?
Good evening. I’m still sick, but it’s nice to know that random dudes are still trying to send me messages on Facebook.
I’ve never seen someone so excited about potentially dating a felon.
I’m going to catch up on Netflix and read. Peace out.
What Are YOU Looking To Do?
Good morning. I’m only up this early so the second dose of antibiotics can hopefully kick in while I sleep.
Enjoy more of Kiera’s exploits on POF.
That’s generally why people get into online dating. I don’t know. Maybe this guy has a killer business proposition.
Alright, back to bed. See you guys later.
Amazon, Do You Know Something I Don’t?
Good evening. Being sick sucks, but I’m catching up on reading and Netflix.
And Amazon’s algorithms need some fine-tuning. That or I’ve been buying a lot of baby gifts for my friends.
I’m going to finish The Disaster Artist (finally, Erin!) and finish Lore: Wicked Mortals. Peace out.
Windower, You Are My Density
Good morning! The creepers are on Instagram.
I found out he also hit up one of my friends, and since I am the worst person ever, I messaged him back.
Well, Destiny, I am here for jokes.
I thought I was better, but that turned out to be wishful thinking. Off to the doctor today. Yay. See you guys in the evening.
Troll-La-La
I probably messed with this dude more than I should have.
He’s like an alien.
I am still feeling like a hot raggedy mess, so I’m gonna introvert and read for a bit. See you guys in the morning.
Memories
Ladies and gentlemen, Facebook has informed me that it is the anniversary of two major events.
Three years ago, I met my best friend at speed dating.
One year ago, I got called a slut shamer on social media.
Memories are fun.
Also, I am not Dan’s lesbian best friend. That honor goes to Sydney Stigerts.
Alrught, I gotta do things before I meet up with Willie Travis. See you guys tonight.